Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 8/1/2019
By BlueMoon
-Heads up. This one’s kinda dark, read at your own discretion.- In this dream, everyone had an element to control. There was air, fire, water and earth. I had air, which is stupid because I’ve always wanted water! But I digress. There was some kind of tyrannical ruler who was trying to perform a ritual and gain a power of some sort. He was young, barely an adult, and cruel, too. (Maven flashbacks...) He needed my blood for the ritual. I don’t remember why. I was running from him, as fast as I could, using my wind powers to elevate me. But he was fast, destroying anything in his path to get to me. He had help from other elementals, of course, they served him, and used all four to ruin the landscape as he hunted me down. A girl who also had wind powers found me running away and led me to her village, where they had a structure that would supposedly keep us safe. I hid there, terrified, until I heard the king’s men enter. They started burning down the building and we fled, but I was caught outside by a guard who pointed his gun at my head. He didn’t realize who I was and so he planned to shoot me. Suddenly, the same girl from before knocked him out of the way and together we powered through the forest as fast as we could. I’ve always sucked at running in dreams, it feels weighted and slow. This was no exception. I was desperate to go faster but I couldn’t. Eventually the king’s men caught up to us and tied me up. I didn’t see what they did to my unlikely friend. Next thing I knew, I was in the king’s chamber, bound with iron and tied to a chair. I could see different symbols and mechanisms around, and there was a beautiful saltwater fish tank in the back of the room. That didn’t distract me from the knife he was holding. I remember shrinking away, because I knew he would need my blood. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to be killed like so many others caught in his wrath. But the king told me he would just need to cut my hand to get blood, new cuts for fresh blood. I was scared, but at least he didn’t plan to kill me... yet. I remember thinking, “Wait, I’m dreaming, this won’t hurt.” And I decided not to change the dream because I was (STUPID) interested in what would happen. But my subconscious is a real ass, and when he cut me I remember it stinging hot. I had hissed in pain as blood oozed out of the gash. I’ve never felt pain in a dream before, but this time I did. I don’t think it hurt as bad as a real cut would have, but still, it hurt. I think the young king had actually started to feel somewhat bad for me. But he had to make several deep, bloody cuts on my left palm, wrist and forearm. Then the dream faded away.